Men’s G-string
‘But you shot down every single idea of mine.’ I scanned the floor we were on. ‘Let’s go into Lululemon. Is he into sports?’
‘Isn’t that store for women?’
‘They have men’s apparel as well.’
I let Tristan browse the racks while I stood to the side.
My mind was whirling.
The news of Kieran’s upcoming nuptials struck me without warning.
We just saw each other yesterday.
Yet he never breathed a word of this to me.
I tried to rationalise the bitterness in my heart.
Of course I would feel uncomfortable.
We had a deal.
Our kinda sorta ‘lovers in the night’ arrangement would come to an end on the day of his wedding.
Which meant I had exactly twenty-eight days to enjoy his body.
I attributed the dull ache in my heart to my reluctance to give up such a fine specimen of the male species.
Where else could I get such immensely gratifying—not to mention, educational—sex for free?
Tristan left Lululemon with the cute shop assistant’s phone number but nothing for his Uncle Kieran.
I got fed up with hi
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